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The IBM Watson Developer Cloud
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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An online algorithm that takes text input from blogs, etc, and analyzes the sort of person you (or the author) is. Copy-paste, the bigger the sample, the more "accurate" the results.
My results:
"Your Personality*
You are inner-directed.
You are calm-seeking: you prefer activities that are quiet, calm, and safe. You are empathetic: you feel what others feel and are compassionate towards them. And you are independent: you have a strong desire to have time to yourself.
You are motivated to seek out experiences that provide a strong feeling of well-being.
You are relatively unconcerned with tradition: you care more about making your own path than following what others have done. You consider independence to guide a large part of what you do: you like to set your own goals to decide how to best achieve them."
And I ran it through again, this time only using that content from my dreams:
"You are sentimental.
You are empathetic: you feel what others feel and are compassionate towards them. You are calm-seeking: you prefer activities that are quiet, calm, and safe. And you are proud: you hold yourself in high regard, satisfied with who you are.
You are motivated to seek out experiences that provide a strong feeling of connectedness.
You are relatively unconcerned with achieving success: you make decisions with little regard for how they show off your talents. You consider helping others to guide a large part of what you do: you think it is important to take care of the people around you."
I tried it a few times, the results were always 90% or greater the same.
I have a certain skepticism of online personality (or any personality) profiles, but it's fun to run through other peoples emails and compare their portrait to your experience of them.
Extraneous Nipples
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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I'm in a prospecting meeting, of sorts, other prospectors, some irrelevant people, dark room, a desk with a fat bossy kid, he's taken over from the boss...all around there are disconnected bath fixtures, bathtubs, toilets...
I'm picking at a blackhead on my ankle, start to squeeze it and the puss jets out, at first a narrow stream, then bigger, like toothpaste from a tube...I'm amazed, really, how much is in there, keep squeezing, more and more keeps coming up, I'm wiping it off, looking for a place to wipe it...
...and moving up my ankle, looking for more blackheads, I discover a pair of nipples on my inner ankle bones, I squeeze them, they jet out a splash of milk, then the toothpaste-styled puss, my hands are full of it, I look into the bathtubs, can wipe them in there, only the irrelevant people are sleeping in them...
...The boy, he's still barking directions, I'm paying attention, sort of, despite his bossiness he's proving surprisingly competent...
Diamond Tester
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- Category: Miscellany
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I squandered my Ebay winnings on a diamond tester. And when the daughter found out, well, she was up for checking the mail every day.
Every day.
Until it arrived.
At which point there was the battle to test all my collected pebbles for the possibility of their being diamonds.
I wanted to do this alone, share my success when it was assured...
"You can bullshit N***, but you can't bullshit me, dad" was her response...
And so we read the instructions, cursorily, as impatient people do (and how many winning lottery tickets are lost this way?), a couple of false positives, otherwise it appears we have to keep searching...
Now I'm a little perplexed, was certain I'd found....well, something, but there's lots of places left to check, I've only lightly read the instructions, and, after all, it would be ridiculous to expect success on our first effort...
Saskatchewan
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Moose Jaw, late for a funeral. Grandma, she died, finally, earlier in the year, and so a family reunion of sorts, too late for the funeral but in time for those who haven't yet caught a plane and left.
My children, boy and girl, it's the first time they've been...fist time I've been in about 25 years, and I'm curious to see how it's changed.
With the exception of my old high school, torn down, an ugly new one, and my great grandparents old house, torn down as well, it hasn't changed. Every house I lived in still there, the old schools, familiar landmarks, walking through Crescent Park, the old hotels, River Street, they're all there, the same, only smaller than I remembered them...
A curious glitch in my memory, I'd always remembered the town hall being on the east side of the street, walking down main I find it on the west, I check with my father, they haven't moved it, it's always been there, I'm curious as to when this revision to my memory took place...
The children, they feign interest, there's not so much to see, a long weekend, mostly everything is closed, museums, galleries...
It's hauntingly familiar, another lifetime, two, three even, ago, and amazing to see whole neighborhoods exactly as I'd remembered them, amazing because in Calgary you can't drive around the block without seeing a new development, infill, landmarks are perpetually erased and rebuilt, but here, time has stood still.
I recognize, realize, how much of this landscape fills my dreams, consciously I've never thought of it, unconsciously the city has built itself again, with slight revisions, somewhere deep in my mind, and on restless nights my mind paces the empty streets...
After a day's visit we leave, this time through Gravelbourg, Eastend, new roads for me, a thousand places to get out and explore, prospect, but the boy has other obligations, and so we drive straight through, a brief stop in Eastend to see the dinosaur museum, quaint town, more Montana than Saskatchewan, then in Cypress Hills where we stop at the daughters insistence, then back to the number one, drive, storm, home...
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